on the heels of march, you departoh my darling,thou art in comparisonto a winter rose--thy cheeks are full and rosy,thine eyes sparkle with hidden delights,and thou art devious as a child;keepeth thine words hiddenwith thine thorns;while thy fingers pondereth across my skin,and mine lipshunger for yours--seeketh mine love, flowerand hold it close to thy heart,thus when thine movements lie,I may peerinto thine,and find in thy beauteous eyesa speck of truth.
it's all upside-downconfusion scours me;the vertigo smacks and beats me likea whip-master holding two curtain rods,i can't breathe think or feel.darkness swoops inlike the night-tipped shadow of a bird,lounging over your headdampening your hair.sorrow sweeps across your skinwith the added pain of talonsdigging in your shoulders.numbness circulatesthrough shallow blood;built of deep holesand black thoughts.a trill of music, a distant cawrebound and echothroughout the storm you've wrought.a hollow rain weights your spineand sharp lightningintertwines muscle and mind.but these things,they are so bitterly cold--that each warmth bites your delicate skinsending you spiraling backwardsinto the comforting shadows of old;you can't enjoy the fire of love(or even of hate)because you're here too much,you're present too much,which only drops you down,and then again you beginwith a shadowy bird on your head--your mind a storm,a chill crawling through your skinas you hide in your shado
a ghost of winteran owl's call;so soft.sweetling hidden in white arms of tree,embraced forever in sunset,lost in morning,sung to at night,to haunt usand remind us;even those we do not seeare beautifuland full of need.the owl's call;so quiet.loving feathers brush the airand wait, without despairfor star-lit evening, to depart,cloaked in night with eyes agleam,silvery beaked and ready to huntfor haunting usand reminding usthat although fear and hate are loud, if we listenwe can hear a whisper of hope.
cheatedwith heart-torn capillariesthis world imprisoned a girl in its luminous sheets,trapped her in its milky, moon-shinesilver-scarred eyes,and held her, and lulled her;broken innocence unto sleep.she started off dark--like every poet should,and yet, as her light eyesscorched the sun,the universe grew jealous;her natural scent of flower and rumcaused stars to flee the galaxies,swim out of the spacial current,and nest in her timid smile.metaphors lurked above,she grasped them with tiny hands,no longer copper and kissed with sunbut pale and scared and soft.for space's jealousy was strong,sapping the nature of her,and would not be defeated by words,so the universe snatched her, and took her,whisked her away into a place of darknesswhere there was no sound,and silence clouded the non-air.she wasn't to breathe.and thus this world eventually reclaimed her,sucking her back firmly into that dark place,her words mystified and forgotten,tiny grasp, weakened yet strong
society, open your eyes againthe rusted machinery of your dusty hearttwists the air with it's little gasps--trying vainly to beat even though warmth isn't translatedthrough metal and inhumanity.waves of sorrow crashsilently in your brown eyesand in it, instantly, again, it's gonein the sunlight--because the orange-yellow tintreveals to you an open handfilled with acceptance and hope.the real magic in the worldis that we can call it "the world";the fact we can see turquoise oceans slitherright over our skin, and lose ourselvesin the beauty we're drowning in.
in the quiet of the morningdarkness creeps softlyupon my fingertips,swallowing the roomand shadowing my eyes;the makeup of time.a coating of the tone "gentle embrace"--as do you,coaxing moral demise:heat-spiked ribbons of lustcurl and roll down my spine,warm misted fire swings, dancesand in the evening we come a-twine.twin travelers taking twilight,using the black-blanketed stars we borrow,and as i lose you to the night once more,i know i'll find you again...tomorrow.
a rueful repertoireclawed, insect wordscrawl their way along the page,rifting through the waves of white,freeing buoys of emotion to fall adriftthough they become chained again at dawn.sunsetlit, eyes afire in an oceanof passion, i await for avarice to die;each crime a tiny tongue of water to lapat vicious burning valiant hope, and weaken it--bring tsunamis to our shoresand help drown the poisoned souls.birthed in soft night,i long for hatred to wriggle out of your pale pores,each sparkle on moonsoaked salty skin a star of innocence,a gentle heat, a steaming mist, a galaxy full ofpotential; i grasp at the surface of the seaand the ocean reclaims me.
paranoialike a blink and snapit all falls apart--the far-away streetlights bloom in the nightand mist rolls in on soft, silent toes.aghast, darkly encircled eyes fill your vision withan eerie green fire, speaking of untold trauma occurringonly in the inky depths of midnight.you think, distinctly,human.but a howl hurricanes through the shadowed navy,and cold glass palms itself against your fingers,pondering, wandering thoughts permeate through psychic corridors,perhaps, they are animal, or worse maybe your imagination whispersnonexistent and surreal.fearfully focused;you're not alone.
art-worldget out of my art-world--for you are full of hatred and misanthropyand you don't belong here.in this galaxy full of color and light,of all-unconditional, and love, and acceptance.of anything-goes, and contradictive, conceptualblack-white-gray beauty; imperfectionof the perfect kind, in the purest creative form,deviated of only life itself.but saying you don't belong heregoes against the unwritten law-moral-anarchist codeof all the art-world ideas. i discriminatebecause i am afraid.i am afraid you will ruin my art-world.just like you've blackly tainted every canvas you've glanced at;just as you have shadowedly scorned each snapshotand snickered at skits,taken the light from where you were supposed to seethe dark mystery...of the art-world.when liquid fire is spat,fountained forth in a frothof passionate word-play and scripture and story,you eat it and chew it and bite it and kill it with yourego-tongue, your promiscuous robot mind.lawyer-blistered hands take the